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WARNING!: LEMONS! LEMONS UP AHEAD!

Atlantic City Fight Fun

Gem POV:

Gus's was very busy, crowded wall to wall, as I sat in a booth with Brock. We were having a bite to eat before taking off to the fight that was a couple of hours away in Atlantic City. "Ever been to a fight before, baby?" Brock asked before eating a forkful of his half pound burger (sans bun and cheese).

"No." I shook my head before taking a bite of my deluxe cheeseburger.

"Well, I think you'll like it considering you enjoy beating a bag around in the gym for fun."

"Well, I like the Rocky movies and Million Dollar Baby, so I'm sure I'll enjoy the fight."

"Yea?" He asked, seeming a bit intrigued that I liked boxing movies. Nodding, I grabbed a curly fry from my plate. Brock popped a sweet potato fry (yea, he was really strict about carbs and his diet) into his mouth before going on to say, "Seeing it up close is more exciting then watching it on tv. You get such an adrenaline rush from watching your fighter in the ring, giving and taking hits."

"Is fighting in the ring an adrenaline rush too?" I asked, grabbing another curly fry while the sound of pots and pans clanging in the diner's kitchen loudly echoed into the air.

"Yea." Brock nodded, a tiny smirk crossing over his lips. Grabbing his knife and fork, he cut a piece of his bun and cheese less burger and popped it into his mouth only to tell me, "But I tended to turn into an animal when fighting. A fucking animal that was blood thirsty and craved a win."

"Oh…" I trailed off, picking up my cheeseburger and taking a bite.

"That bother you? That I have a 'dark side'?" He asked, one of his dark brows arched up curiously, as he ate his food.

"No." I shook my head. Before taking another bite of my burger, I added in, "Just as long as I don't get on the wrong side of it."

"Don't worry, baby, it'd be impossible for you to get on my wrong side."

"Really?" I arched my brow while dipping a fry into some ketchup.

"Really." He assured me, a sly grin plastered on his face, as he popped a sweet potato fry into his mouth. "Now, eat your food so we're not late for the fight. We got a good couple hour drive ahead of us, baby girl."

"I'm eating my food, bossy pants."

"Goddamnit, you're gonna keep me on my toes. That's for sure."

Arlo POV:

The fight was going to start in 15-minutes and my son, who's working as my assistant trainer tonight, ain't here yet. The little shit's probably balls deep in some fucking bitch he picked upat the corner bodega or some shit. Hell, my son's such a ladies' man. I swear, he's as single and can be and just bounces from girl to girl to scratch his itches. It's quite embarrassing, especially when he has that goddamn Instagram where he posts all those shirtless gym selfies and selfies where he makes those god-awful duck faces in order to hit on women. He denies it, but I'm pretty sure he uses that thing to private message the ladies that send him flirty comments on his pictures. Also, it'd explain why some girls stalk him on that goddamn thing. Shit, Brock better not be banging some bitch instead of helping me with the fight.

"Shit, Arlo, Brock's strutting in here with Rocco's niece. Gem."

"Oh hell no. He's fucking her and brought her here to 'impress' her with sideline seats."

"She's a bit too young for him, coach. I mean everyone in the gym knows she's headed to college next week."

"Shut up, Johnny, and do your warm up drills. I want you to be ready whenever they call us for the fight." I snapped at my pain in the ass, but best, fighter before marching over to where my son and Miss Rizzo were at a few yards down the hall. "What the fuck's wrong with you? Bringing her here like it's some kind of date night dinner show instead of a fight."

"Nothing wrong with me, Pops. Hell, I helped her out with her ex in the gym and thought I'd bring her to see the fight as a friendly gesture to help calm her nerves."

"Friendly gesture my ass, Brock Diego Santino. You just want to get some ass. Goddamnit and your damn dick." I snapped at my son, who just rolled his eyes at me. Turning my attention to Gem, I told her, before she could say a word, "And you, young lady, will be working the sidelines as a trainer. You ain't getting a free show despite what my shithead son said, so you better learn how to clean up a fighter's bloody face and set a broken nose will fast, girl, or else you're shit out of luck."

"Pops-" Brock began only to be interrupted by Gem speaking up with a loud and sure, "I'll help Brock patch up Johnny. I'm a quick learner, Arlo, so you don't have to worry about me being shit out of luck while on the sidelines of the fight."

"We'll see how quick of a learner you are when the first spray of blood from a hard hitting punch splats you in the face." I scoffed before turning to my son and telling him, "Go grab some gym shirts from the duffel in the corner. I don't want yinz in tank tops on my sideline."

"Sure, Pops." Brock told me in a dryly tone, popping his p and dragging out his s in the word 'Pops'. "Come on, baby. Let's get some gym shirts so we can promote the fucking gym while patching up Johnny's dumbass." Brock told Gem while placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her towards the corner I had a duffel in full of gym shirts. I had to bring gym shirts cause my son never wore one to a fight, even tho he knew my rule about it. Fucking pain in my ass. Boy's got too much of his mother in him…

Brock POV:

"I'm sorry Pops acted like that. I thought he'd be nicer to ya since you're Rocco's niece, but guess I was wrong." I apologized to Gem while bringing her over to the corner of the room to grab some gym shirts.

"It's okay, Brock. I'm not upset." She told me, her voice soft and a bit small, as we got closer to the duffel bag.

"You sure?" I asked, wanting to make sure that she wasn't offended by my Pops making her into my assistant trainer for tonight.

"I'm sure." She nodded, giving me a small smile as I bent down and unzipped the duffle bag.

"Here, just put this one over your tank top." I told Gem, grabbing a shirt and handing it to her.

"Okay." Gem simply said while taking the shirt.

I grabbed a shirt for myself and zipped up the duffle while she pulled her shirt on. Quickly, I stood up and pulled my shirt on before suggesting to Gem, "Let's head back over to Pops and Johnny. It'll be time to wall out to the ring soon."

"You mean we're going to actually walk out with them during the dim lights and music intro?" Gem asked, sounding a bit nervous, as we started to walk across the room.

"Yea, baby. We're trainers tonight so we're walking out with 'em." I answered her as Pops was talking to a promoter in the distance while Johnny was punching and dodging the air.

"Oh…" Gem trailed off, her voice awkwardly hanging in the air.

"Nervous?" I asked, as we got closer to Pops and Johnny.

Chewing on her lip, she admitted, "Maybe."

"Maybe?" I asked with a small sense of mirth. "Well, baby, just stick by my side and you'll be fine."

"Come on, you goddamn lovebirds, it's just 'bout time to get going!" Pops barked at us, stomping his foot on the ground in an impatience tick while folding his arms over his chest and glaring at us.

The first round wasn't that bad since Johnny didn't get bloody or hit too hard. He just got sweaty and needed a quick drink from his water bottle whenever it was time for him to sit in his corner of the ring. Gem had no problem's wiping the sweat from his brow while I squirted some water from a bottle into his mouth, all the while Pops barked out fight orders like the old and hardened coach he was.

"Now, when that bell rings I expect you to hit him right in his pretty face and fucking make him see some stars." Pops told Johnny, slapping him on the shoulder, while Gem pulled the sweaty towel away from his face and set it aside.

"Okay, coach." Johnny nodded before signaling to me for another squirt of water.

"Remember, hit him and get him disoriented." Pops told Johnny as I squirted some more water into his mouth. Some of it trickled out, but before I could grab a towel and wipe off his chin Gem was right by my side cleaning off Johnny's chin with the towel she had used for his sweaty bow. I couldn't help, but give her a little smirk while Pops gave out the pep talk of, "You gotta get your punches in; don't be afraid to get close either since this bastard's a fucker you need to fight in the personal space of.", to Johnny.

"A'ight, coach." Johnny nodded right as I backed away from him. I lightly nudged Gem with my elbow, letting her know that she needed to back away from the fighter cause the bell would be ringing again soon.

Gem joined me over by a small supply table and set down the towel all the while Pops rubbed Johnny's shoulder's and told him, "Now, knock some of that arrogance out of this bastard so you can start wearing him down."

Arlo POV:

Johnny nodded eagerly right as the ref motioned for me to back away from the corner and for my fighter to take his place in the middle of the ring with his opponent. I gave Johnny a slap on the back before backing away. As he joined his opponent to stand by the ref, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Brock was flirting with Gem at the table that had our supplies on it. Jesus Christ, my son's a goner for Rocco's niece. He was laying it on thick with the smirks, little jokes, and the feather light touches that he'd subtly run over her arm or lower back.

Goddamnit, how did Brock even notice Gem? I mean she's not his usual type since I've only ever seen him hit on blondes. Well, his ex in the Naval Academy was a brunette, but after her crazy ass I think that's when he changed his preference to blondes. Blonde bimbos, to be exact. Hmm, maybe Gem's feisty spirit is what caught my son's attention. That or the fact that she's the only girl that's allowed to use my gym.

"Yinz stop with the sex-eyes and pay attention to the fight." I ordered my son and Miss Rizzo (well her name was really Rizzo-Schulze, but her pops was a real dirtbag that dumped her on Rocco's door so I only called her Rizzo for her last name) brashly as the ref rang the bell and said the simple one word of, "Fight."

"We're not doing sex-eyes." Gem quickly denied while Brock just chuckled, "We're paying attention, Pops. Don't worry.", and folded his arms over his chest while giving me a pointed look. Yea, the girl was embarrassed getting caught flirting while my son had no shame. God, it wouldn't be long before he had her hanging around the house, fucking her and getting Lenny's pizza delivered.

"Do whatever the hell it is yinz do on your own time, not on my fight time." I sternly ordered, giving them a hard look before turning my attention back onto my fighter.

"Protect your face when going in close, Johnny!" I heard Gem half-order half-shriek as Johnny got close to his opponent while neglecting to raise his gloved hand to protect his face.

"I knew you'd get into this, baby." I overheard Brock tell the petite brunette, causing me to roll my eyes and groan internally. "Quick, hit him and duck!" Brock barked at Johnny right as he got into the personal space of his opponent, a big fella that looked ready to kill.

Johnny got a few quick jabs in, but not enough to disorient his opponent, Killer Bee. Before Johnny could duck or protect his face, the opponent got him with hard hitting punch. Johnny's head snapped to the side and blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering on us in the sidelines. I wiped the blood off my face with the back of my hand and so did my son, but who I was curious about was Gem. Brock was waiting on baited breath to see her reaction too. Gem didn't freak out about the blood, like I thought she might, but just grabbed the hem of her over-sized gym shirt and used the fabric to wipe the blood off of her face. Hmm…maybe she's tougher than I thought she was.

Brock POV:

When Johnny's dumb fucking ass took a jaw shot and sprayed some blood onto the sidelines, I was a bit concerned about Gem. I didn't know how she was going to react since she'd never had somebody's blood sprayed on her before. I wiped my face off with the back of my hand while watching Gem, hoping that she wouldn't get upset or break down about getting Johnny's blood in her eyes.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding whenever Gem grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, revealing her tank top underneath, and wiped off her blood-spattered face. God, the fact that she just quietly wiped off her face instead of making a remark like 'ew' or 'gross' like most girls would made me think that Gem was very different then most girls (especially ones her age). It seems that she didn't startle easily.

"What?" She asked, brow arched, as he pulled her shirt down after cleaning the blood splatter off of her face.

"Nothing, baby." I simply told her, a smirk on my lips, before turning my attention back to the fight. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her closing the space between us; standing close to my side. I could feel the body heat between us as we watched the fight, side by so. So close that our arms were nearly touching.

All night Gem was easily adapting to her surroundings. It was impressive really, how she could handle herself and keep calm in a high stakes situation when the adrenaline was running high. She was helping me patch up Johnny like a pro; never once complained or faltered either. Gem was a quick learner and only needed to be told to do something once. She was great under pressure; made me think that she'd be a fine candidate for the organization I truly worked for. HYDRA. I'd recruit her too, if it wasn't for her age. She just going on 19 and was starting college soon; Pierce wouldn't want somebody so young that didn't already have ties to HYDRA joining up. I'd have to wait a year or so before bringing the idea up to Pierce that I knew a girl that'd be a good recruit; one that I could train as a body guard under the guise of a secretary. I just had to bide my time until the right moment came about to get Gem into HYDRA as my protégé. She had potential or at least I thought so.

"Holy shit…" Gem gasped as Johnny staggered over to the corner, his nose badly broken with blood spurting everywhere.

"Yinz gotta fix that nose up so Johnny can knock out Killer Bee Benny in the next 20 seconds or else this fight's lost." Pops ordered us while placing the stool in the corner for Johnny to plop onto as his nose gushed like a fucking geyser.

"How do we do that?" Gem asked, her eyes flittering between me and Pops while I went over to the supply table.

"Grab a towel and clean the blood off his face, Gem. Brock knows what to do, he'll show ya how to help 'im." Pops told her, causing her to rush over to grab a towel off of the table I was at.

Silently, we returned to Johnny's side. Gem was wiping off his face as I waited in the wings, holding some q-tips in one hand and a butterfly bandage in the other in order to do a quick nose realignment trick with. Once she was done wiping the blood off of his face, she tossed the towel off to the side and asked me, "What do you need me to do?"

"Take this and put it on the bridge of his nose once I shove the q-tips in his nostrils and roughly realign his nose." I told Gem while handing her the bandage.

"Okay." She told me while I shoved the q-tips up Johnny's nose, causing him to groan in pain, and twisting them around in a motion that made his nose align. Quickly, Gem slapped the butterfly bandage on the bridge of Johnny's nose even tho the sight of me sticking q-tips up his nose made her cringe.

"He's ready to go, Pops." I informed my Pops while grabbing Gem and pulling her away from the fighter.

"He's ready to fight!" Pops loudly yelled at the ref while yanking Johnny up by the arm and grabbing the stool he was sitting on. "That nose is only gonna hold for a good 20 seconds, maybe 30 if best, so ya better knock out that fucker fast." Pops told Johnny, giving him a smack on the back and a shove towards where the ref was standing at.

Gem POV:

Turning to Brock as we stood at the sidelines, watching Johnny join the red and his opponent, Killer Bee Benny, I curiously asked, "What happens after 20 or 30seconds when his nose can't hold anymore?"

Meeting my eyes, Brock gave me the answer of, "He loses. You can't be bleeding profusely while fighting."

"Oh, I didn't know that." I told Brock, tearing my brown eyes off of him and placing them back onto the fight that had just resumed.

"Yea." Brock nodded, his hazel eyes trained on the fight.

"Hurry up and knock him out!" Arlo barked out in a loud gruffy roar as Johnny ducked his opponent after throwing a quick jab at him.

"Pop, pop, duck! Pop, pop, duck, Johnny!" Brock yelled while making quick jabs and a ducking motion. I couldn't help, but smile at how invested in the end of the fight Brock was. It was cute or at least I thought so.

Johnny listened to Brock and threw two quick jabs at Killer Bee Benny, ducked, and then landed two more jabs to his face before moving out of dodge once again. Killer Bee was wobbly on his feet, but was still standing. Johnny only had a few more seconds too until the rough nose patch up me and Brock gave him went out and caused him to bleed like a stuck pig all over the ring. "Just punch him real fast on the jaw, Johnny! Hurry, time's running out for your nose!"

"Fuck, I can't watch." Brock remarked while doing a face palm. Looking at me and gesturing to the fight with a way of his hand, he said, "I would've had the guy knocked out by now." Running his hand thru his lush dark hair, he sighed, "Johnny's gonna lose if he doesn't knock him out. His nose only has a few more seconds til it sprays blood everywhere."

"I know, Brock. I know." I agreed with my new friend while Arlo yelled and cursed at Johnny to finish the fight.

Brock slung an arm around my shoulders; pulling me into his side while shaking his head and remarking, "God, baby, any second now his nose is gonna turn into a geyser and it's over; he's lost."

I just nodded while watching Johnny dodge a hit from Killer Bee Benny. With only a second or so to spare, he pulled back his gloved fist and landed a hit right on his opponent's face (near his nose and mouth); causing him to stumble and fall. As the ref went over to check on Killer Bee Benny and do the count down, blood started to dribble down Johnny's nose.

"Brock, do you think his nose can hold til the ref's done counting?" I asked, looking up at the man who's side I was tucked into.

"Dunno, baby, but if it don't then Pops is gonna be real pissed."

"Come on, hurry up and call it. Goddamnit, call it." Arlo grumbled from his spot near the ring as the ref took his time counting.

"Nine…ten!" The ref finished counting as Killer Bee fumbled around, unable to stand up on his feet. The ref reached Johnny and lifted up his arm, announcing, "And the winner by knockout is Johnny 'Ironfist' Dannaro."

Half a second after the ref named Johnny the winner his nose sprayed blood everywhere. It was gushing like an out of control waterfall, so badly that I'm sure he's going to have to swing by the ER to get it fixed. The venue (which was a room in a hotel) was so loud from the crowd either cheering, booing, or complaining that I couldn't hear what Brock was trying to tell me. "I can't hear you!" I shouted at him while pointing to my ear.

"Wanna get outta here?! Pops can handle Johnny!" Brock shouted back to me while Arlo was shoving a towel into Johnny hand and directing him to hold his nose with it while helping him out of the ring.

"Okay!" I shouted back over the extremely loud crowd.

"Pops, we're gonna go!" Brock loudly yelled at Arlo before swiftly ushering me away from the ringside.

"Go on, fight's over!" Arlo shouted to our retreating backs as we made our way towards a hall that'd led to an exit.

We were halfway to New York, somewhere in some shithole Jersey beach town. Brock had pulled off the highway and got us some drive-thru at some mom & pop place since the last time we ate was hours ago. Currently, we were parked in some abandoned lot, eating chicken tenders and fries. Well, I was eating the fries since he didn't eat potatoes and carbs, but we were sharing a large order of chicken tenders tho.

"You were a natural at the fight, baby." Brock told me while grabbing a chicken tender from the bag that was on the console between us.

"Really, you think so?" I asked, grabbing a salty fry out of the bag while Brock took a bite out of his chicken finger (that was breaded and deep fried, holy shit…)

"Yea." He nodded. In between eating his chicken tender, he went on to say, "You kept a level head when shit was intense and helped me without hesitation. Like I said, you're a natural."

"And that impresses you?" I asked, grabbing another fry out of the bag.

"To tell you the truth, it turns me on." He told me, his hazel eyes smoldering, as I ate my fry.

Swallowing down the last of my fry, I asked in a surprised squeak, "Really?"

"Really." He confirmed with a smirk, his timbre low and husky, as he took the takeout bag off the console between us and placed it onto the dash. The look in Brock's hazel eyes was intense as he reached his hand out and cupped my cheek. Before I could register what was happening, Brock leaned in and roughly pressed his lips to mine. Out of pure instinct I kissed him back, chasing his lips with mine while grabbing a hold of his neck and shoulder with my hands. He broke the kiss only to whisper, "Come here.", before tugging me over the console to straddle his lap.

"We're in a parking lot."

"So? It's dark and late, nobody's going to care that we're making out in my Jeep, baby." He told me, his hands holding my hips as I braced myself by resting my palms on his chest. I chewed on my lower lip, thinking over his words. I must've looked worried cause Brock ran a hand up and down my back while asking, "Would you feel more comfortable fooling around in the back, baby? We can go back there."

"Okay." I nodded, feeling more at ease with the idea of being in a backseat messing around then in the front on his lap for anyone with a flashlight or something like that to see.

"Go on and hop in the back, baby." Brock told me, gesturing to the backseat of his Jeep with a slight nod of his head.

Without a word, I quickly hopped into the backseat. As I was situating myself in the seat, Brock climbed in right after me. "How'd you do that? I thought you'd use the door or something?" I asked as Brock scooted in close to me.

"I'm in great shape, plus I'm an elite STRIKE commander so it's my job to be able to get in and out of tight spaces." Brock smirked, pulling me to straddle his lap.

"Oh…" I trailed off, blushing. "I forgot about that." I admitted, biting on my bottom lip.

"Fuck, baby, you drive my crazy when you do that." Brock lowly told me, his husky tone vibrating in the back seat, as he ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. He waggled his brows at me before moving his hand to cup my cheek; leaning in to press a heated kiss to my lips.

The way Brock kissed me was unlike any kiss I ever had before. I swear, it was like something out of one of those bodice ripper Harlequin romance novels my Nonna reads in her spare time. (You know, the ones with a shirtless longhaired Fabian on the paperback cover) The kiss was heated, demanding, and needy as his lips glided over mine in a way that made my sense come alive. Out of pure instinct and need I reciprocated the kiss; moving my lips against his in a needy fervor. My hands roamed over his shoulders as he petted my thigh with one hand while snaking the other into my hair, which was haphazardly falling in little wisps out of my messy bun. Brock ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. I let out a whimpered moan as a reaction to feeling his hardness press again my core thru our shorts; causing him to slip his tongue into my mouth. As his tongue tangled with mine, I let out another moan.

Our tongues danced together for an unmeasured amount of time before Brock ended our kiss my pulling away and tugging my bottom lip with his teeth; causing me to involuntarily shudder and moan. Brock peppered kisses along my jaw as he slid a hand into my shorts. "Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me." He groaned against my neck as he slipped his hand into my thong; running his fingers along my wet slit. "So wet and tight, baby." He muttered between peppering kissing along my neck as he placed two fingers inside of my wet core.

"Brock…" I let out in a throaty sigh since the feel of his fingers inside of me was sudden, but good.

As he pumped his fingers in and out of me, teasing my clit with his thumb, he lifted his head up and looked me in the eye while asking, "Baby, you want me to bend you over the back seat and take you from behind or just make you come like this?"

His words made my head spin. Oh my god, my second time was going to be a heated fight adrenaline fueled quickie in the back of his Jeep. Oh my god…This is the total opposite of the experiences that my friends had when it came to sex. Finding my voice, I told Brock, "Bend me over the backseat, Brock."

"Goddamnit, baby, I was hoping you'd say that." He admitted with a lustful grin, pulling his hand out of my panties and shorts and helping me to slide off of his lap. "Just get on your knees right here, baby." Brock told me, guiding me to where he wanted me. "Don't be nervous, I'm just pulling your shorts and panties down." He assured me while placing his hands on the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down.

"Okay." I nodded as he pulled down my panties.

"Just lay low on your chest and elbows. Okay, baby?" Brock told me while pulling his wallet out of his back pocket; opening it to grab a condom.

"Okay." I simply said while doing as I was told.

"Fuck, baby, you're going to love me taking you like this." He told me, pulling down his shorts and boxers and opening up the foil condom packet. "It's gonna feel so good; make me get deeper in ya too." He explained, rolling the condom onto his hard member and getting into position behind me. Grabbing hold of my hip, he asked, "You ready, Gem?"

"Yea, Brock. I'm ready." I assured him, nodding my head even tho he couldn't see it.

Brock pressing a kiss to the back of my neck before pushing himself into me. I let out a moan as I felt him stretching me for the second time today. "Oh my god…" I mewled as he bottomed out in me.

"Fuck…" Brock swore as his hand slithered up my shirt to rest against my belly. "I told ya you'd like this." He told me, breath hot against my ear, before snapping his hips and making the first move in our tryst.

"Oh god…Brock…you feel really good…" I let out in a wispy breath as I felt his balls smacking against my clit with every movement he made.

"Yea, baby. So, do you." He let out in a half-groan. "Your pussy's so tight; I swear it's driving me crazy." He dirtily told me, his voice low and husky.

"Brock…" I squeaked out, feeling him hit that special spot inside of me as he sped up his thrusts. "Keep hitting that spot, right there."

"Fuck, baby. I'll hit your spot. I'll hit it so fucking fast that you'll be soaking my thighs any minute." Brock promised me right as he pushed me down into the seat a little bit more and made piston fast movements.

The coil was tightening deep in my deep with every fast paced, jerky movement Brock made. I was clawing at the seat, my cheek pressing into it, as I felt the damn within me about to break. My breathing was heavy as I felt the weight of him rest against my back as his fast pace movements grew sloppy and, in a way, desperate. Suddenly, as his balls quickly smacked against my swollen clit, I felt myself come undone. With a mewling moan of, "Brock…oh god…Brock…" I feel off the edge of ecstasy for the second time today.

"Oh fuck, baby. That's it, milk my dick dry. Fuck." Brock groaned, speeding up to a pace that had his Jeep rocking furiously. After a minute he came with a groan of, " Fuck…Gem…baby…fuck, fuck…"

I was still panting as I felt him pull out of me. "You okay, baby?" Brock asked as he took off his condom and tied it off.

"Yea, I'm okay." I assured him as I slowly moved to sit down next to him.

"Come here." Brock told me, opening up his arm to make a space for me to slide into his side. Silently, I scooted over to his side. Both of us still had our underwear and shorts down around our knees as we sat together in his backseat. Wrapping his arm around me, he declared, "Let's just catch our breath before cleaning up and going home. Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded, earning me a lopsided smile and a kiss to the temple from Brock.

*About An Hour Later…*

"You don't have to walk me to the door, Brock." I told him as he parked in front of my house.

"I know, but I want to." Brock told me as he cut his engine. "Come on, it's late and I wanna make sure you get in the house without any trouble." He told me, opening his door and getting out of the Jeep. I didn't say a word, just nodded, opened my door, and climbed out of the Jeep. Brock rounded the Jeep and was by my side whenever I was slamming his door shut. "The bright teal door's nice." He remarked, gesturing to the brightly colored front door that had a 100-watt bulb in the porch light shining on it.

"Yea, that was my aunt's idea. The door's been bright teal since I moved in over a decade ago." I told Brock as we made our way up the driveway and towards the front steps.

"Bright wreath her idea too?" He asked as we reached the steps.

"No, that was my Nonna's." I answered as we walked up the steps.

Brock didn't say a word, just nodded and let out a hummed, "Hmm…" as we walked over to the front door. As I got my key out of the zipper pocket in my wallet phone case, he leaned into me and said, "I'll call you so we can hang out soon. A'ight?"

"Yea, okay." I nodded, unlocking my front door with my key.

"See ya, baby." Brock kissed me right as I opened the door.

"See ya, Brock." I smiled before walking inside of my house.

"I see you were out with the Rumlow boy." My Gramps' voice echoed out in the air from the living room as the blue light of the tv flashed in the dark room.

"You peeked out the window when you heard his Jeep pull up, didn't you?" I knowingly asked while crossing into the living room from the entranceway.

"I always peek out the window. So does your Nonna." He shrugged in a 'so what' type of way. Pointing at me, he chuckled, "You must've had a helluva night out with him cause you forgot your pink gloves."

"Shit…" I swore under my breath while plopping down on the couch, right next to my Gramps' easy chair.

"You're also wearing a Hit Pit Gym t-shirt too." He added in with a shit eat grin. "So, I take it you're with that Rumlow boy now." Gramps assumed as an info commercial for some non-stick copper cooking pot came on tv.

"I'm not with him, we're just friendly cause he helped me out when Geno came by the gym." I explained while a guy burned cheese and moved it around the pan with ease on tv. "Oh, and I'm only in this shirt cause Arlo wants anyone helping on the sidelines of a fight to wear one to promote the gym."

"That boy took you to a fight his daddy had a fighter in?" Gramps asked, but before I could answer he let out a loud chuckle of, "Oh hell, he must really be trying to impress you since all the boy knows is fighting." Shaking he head, he mused in a yesteryear type tone, "Hell, he used to fight everyone in the neighborhood when he was growing up."

"We're just friends gramps and I know he's Crossbones, so…"

"Just friends, is that what you kids are calling dinner and messing around these days?" Gramps asked, his brow raised up half knowingly and half sarcastically as he gave me a pointed look from behind the rim of his glasses.

"I'm going to my room, Gramps. You can watch your Copper Pot info-mercial." I huffed, rising from the couch and rushing over to the staircase.

"Don't run off cause you're embarrassed. You've been thru shit, it's no wonder you're messing around with the Rumlow kid and not that cheap shitfuck Geno or some other schmuck you know." I heard Gramps tell me as I quickly made my way upstairs and to my room.

Oh my god, I hope he doesn't tell Nonna about Brock. If she finds out she'll never let me hear the end of it.

AN:

And there it is. That's the third chapter of this story. I know, a bit later then I planned, but I hope you guys liked it. Next up will be Gem spending some time with her friends and then seeing Brock again.